Aaand I have another chapter for ya guys! I'm sorry it's so short but that's just how I roll(; Thanks so much to all of you lovely reviewers you are all amazing and it makes my day to have you guys review, it really does! About the last chapter, I just wanted to tell you guys that I did not include the rape scene for my own perverted pleasures and any future chapters that may be possibly even more graphics are simply part of the story so please please please don't get angry at me for this. For what its worth I actually have been sexually assaulted at a very young age and it was the worst experience of my life so this sort of thing isn't something I take lightly. I will always warn of explicit chapters in any of my stories if some you still don't want to read that sort of thing so please don't get angry with me. So yeaah that's all, please enjoy the chapter and review.
Disclaimer: Still don't own Pixar or I obviously wouldn't be writing fanfiction, no dur you guys
A tire attempted to shake Sally awake.
"Sally, wake up!"
Sally shifted in her sleep "Nooo, go away Lance," Sally murmured.
"Wake up!" Lance growled frustratedly.
"Come on, it's the weekend!" Sally replied annoyedly.
"What the heck?" A voice muttered.
Sally's mind froze for a second and her dream began to fade.
"Come on, hotrod, wake up!" The voice said again as a tire shook her once more.
Sally tentatively opened her eyes. The harsh sunlight caused her to wince as she looked around for the owner of the voice she'd heard.
In front of Sally was an old black and white police cruiser.
"Finally awake then?" the cruiser asked.
"Huh?" Sally mumbled.
"You've been out like a lightbulb, kid,"
"Oh," Sally replied, straitening up.
"What's your name?" the police car questioned.
"Uh, Sally,"
"Well, Sally, my name's Sheriff. Now may I ask why you were sleepin' on the side of the road?"
"I ran out of fuel last night and I didn't have my phone,"
"Hmph, looks like you'll be needin' Mater then. I'll go fetch him for ya," Sheriff told Sally before revving up his engine and turning back towards the small town in the distance.
"Wait! Wait for a second, who's Mater?"
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"Howdy! My name's Mater, like Tuh-Mater but without the tuh!"
A very enthusiastic and very rusty looking tow truck told Sally.
Sally winced slightly at Mater's loud voice, "Hi Mater, my name's Sally,"
"Howdy Miss Sally! Sheriff over here tells me ya need a tow,"
Mater said, indicating Sheriff with his tire.
"Yeah I do," Sally answered, smiling slightly at Mater's enthusiasm.
"Shoot! Well, then you're in good hands! I'm the best tow truck in Carbeurator County if I do say so myself!" Mater assured Sally swinging his tow cable.
"You're the only tow truck!" Sheriff muttered under his breath. Sally giggled slightly.
Mater rattled on, oblivious to Sheriff's remark, as he towed Sally into town.
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Sally looked around at the tiny, half-abandoned town around her. The only buildings open were a cafe, a trinket shop with an old model T ford napping in front of it, a tire shop, a body and paint shop and a doctor's office. The rest of the main street was lined with dusty, empty shops and faded sagging awnings. At the end of the main street was a courthouse with a number of well-tended red flowers surrounding it.
"Welcome to Radiator Springs, the cutest little town in Carburetor County!" Mater told Sally happily as he towed her towards the cafe she'd noticed earlier. In front of it was a group of older looking cars. Mater parked Sally in front of one of the tanks.
"Thanks, Mater!" Sally said to Mater before filling up her tank.
"Hi, there!" An old sea-green Motorama show car greeted her.
A 1959 Chevorlet Impala drove up "Man, a real customer!"
"Hi, my name's Sally," Sally greeted the two.
"Hi honey, my name's Flo and this is my lovely husband Ramone,"
"What's up, man?" Ramone greeted.
"The two Italian cars over there are Luigi and Guido," Flo explained, pointing to a yellow 1959 Fiat and a baby blue forklift. "The other two arguing over there are Sarge and Fillmore," Flo waved a tire towards a military jeep and a 60's VW bus. "Then that's Lizzie sleeping over there and Red is the firetruck watering those flowers. Then I'm pretty sure that's it," Flo finished.
"What about Doc, man?" Ramone offered.
A new voice spoke gruffly, "Did I hear my name?"
The three spun around to face a dark blue 1951 Hudson Hornet.
End of chapter 3! Omg, I'm sorry it's so short I just wanted to get something out there. Let me know what u guys think but please no flames!
